It had taken everything he had, for Remus to track Sirius down. In the end, it had been his curse that ended up being his aid, reluctant though he was to admit it. Just hours until night and he had caught a whiff, the faintest whiff but there, of a scent he would never forget, engrained in his mind with the monster's pack instincts. Just another Wizard passing by, and he had nearly disregarded it entirely. But there it was. And Padfoot - it had been so long since Remus had seen him - but the smell that clung to the wizard's robes was tainted with copper and iron and his hand gripped tighter on his wand, beneath his robe.
Tailing a paranoid wizard was never easy, but a stupefy and an obliviate later and Remus had slipped through the doors, his heart high in his chest with fear and thrill in equal parts. The Marauder spirit ingrained in him like a lifelong instinct.
He could smell Sirius everywhere. In the hall, on the stairs, with the sickening thick and heavy scent of blood and sweat and- oh. there was blood on the floor and on instruments he passed. There was no thought from the logical marauder to how reckless or dangerous this was. how easy it would be to get caught. Only one thing mattered, and that was his pa- was Sirius. Was finding him.
The war was a dangerous time for anyone, but Sirius was a Black on the wrong side of it, and worse, well known to be James Potter's best friend. Danger and trouble were tied around his neck like a noose.
The moment Remus caught sight of him, he had to bite his tongue to keep from shouting. There was blood, and black and purple, tinged with sickly yellow-green everywhere.
Remus knew where he was. What the dangers were. That it was unlikely Sirius was here without a guard. So he wasted no time at all and lunged forward, wand already flicking at the restraints to not unlock them, no, banish them, far away, even as he strode the last few steps to be certain he could catch Sirius from his fall.
A growl rumbled low in his throat and hot, salty tears stung at his eyes. How had they caught him? Why hadn't he been found before this? Why had no one told Remus he was missing? Sirius was too heavy for him to carry, but that was easy enough to fix. Unfortunately he couldn't apparate them out of here. The other wizards might follow him, and then they would both be captive.
What he would not give for James' cloak right now.
"Dear Merlin," He whispered "What did they do to you."
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Tailing a paranoid wizard was never easy, but a stupefy and an obliviate later and Remus had slipped through the doors, his heart high in his chest with fear and thrill in equal parts. The Marauder spirit ingrained in him like a lifelong instinct.
He could smell Sirius everywhere. In the hall, on the stairs, with the sickening thick and heavy scent of blood and sweat and- oh. there was blood on the floor and on instruments he passed. There was no thought from the logical marauder to how reckless or dangerous this was. how easy it would be to get caught. Only one thing mattered, and that was his pa- was Sirius. Was finding him.
The war was a dangerous time for anyone, but Sirius was a Black on the wrong side of it, and worse, well known to be James Potter's best friend. Danger and trouble were tied around his neck like a noose.
The moment Remus caught sight of him, he had to bite his tongue to keep from shouting. There was blood, and black and purple, tinged with sickly yellow-green everywhere.
Remus knew where he was. What the dangers were. That it was unlikely Sirius was here without a guard. So he wasted no time at all and lunged forward, wand already flicking at the restraints to not unlock them, no, banish them, far away, even as he strode the last few steps to be certain he could catch Sirius from his fall.
A growl rumbled low in his throat and hot, salty tears stung at his eyes. How had they caught him? Why hadn't he been found before this? Why had no one told Remus he was missing? Sirius was too heavy for him to carry, but that was easy enough to fix. Unfortunately he couldn't apparate them out of here. The other wizards might follow him, and then they would both be captive.
What he would not give for James' cloak right now.
"Dear Merlin," He whispered "What did they do to you."